Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Look at Qi Yan's 'arrogant' look.

He picked up the knife and shook his head.

"Go away. No matter who you belong to, we will pretend that we have never met today. You'd better destroy this tape immediately."

"There's no point looking for me. I'm old and don't want to get involved in these things anymore."

After saying this, he hunched his back and walked towards the wooden house step by step.

Qi Yan picked up the tape on the ground, patted the wood chips on the plastic shell, put it back in his pocket, and stood up with his neck hunched.

The voice was so faint that it was almost carried away by the howling cold wind.

"I'm afraid you don't want to participate..."

These words have just been spoken.

From the woods a little further away came the sound of faint and dense footsteps.

The old man turned around, and his originally puzzled expression suddenly changed. His bulging eyes narrowed and he looked directly at Qi Yan, who was standing in front of the jumping fire with a calm expression.

She was wrapped in an ill-fitting military coat, with most of her face buried in the fur collar, and her pair of calm and quiet eyes were illuminated by the dancing flames beside her.

A warm light enveloped half of his body, but it did not let in any warmth, as if it had already merged with the darkness raging behind him.

The old man's hand holding the knife hung at his side, veins bulged on the withered back of his hand, and his lower lip trembled.

The words he spoke were without tremor, but were vicious and sharp.

"The people you brought?"

Qi Yan put her hands in her sleeves, and the heat overflowed from her lips and teeth and turned into white mist, which obscured her indifferent brows and eyes in the firelight.

"No, I told you, we weren't hiding from surveillance along the way. It's normal for someone to follow us."

His tone was calm, as if he was stating a fact.

Indeed, it is true.

"..."

The old man's face didn't look good. The footsteps in the woods were getting closer and closer. He glared at Qi Yan and quickly went into the house.

Qi Yan stood where he was, his peripheral vision sweeping through the darkness behind him. His clear eyes remained calm as he slowly followed in.

The old man wanted to lock the door, but she slipped in like a loach.

He gave up trying to argue with the little girl, pulled out a wooden box half a person's height from under the bed, and took out the things inside.

"Hey, girl!"

Qi Yan was looking at the simply decorated but still cozy wooden house when he was drawn to the call.

Her clear eyes reflected the scene in front of her. She silently took out her hands from her sleeves and opened them at both sides.

The tone was quite helpless.

"You shouldn't rush to deal with me now."

The old man had cold eyes and was holding an old-fashioned hunting rifle, pointing it at Qi Yan's head. Just one shot would blow his head off.

His trembling fingers pressed on the trigger and he sneered.

"Deal with the people you attracted here, and get out."

If it weren't for this troublesome yellow-haired girl, how would he have been found!

After saying that, he gradually approached with the gun in hand. Qi Yan was forced to step back until her back was against the door. Then she held the door handle and spoke.

"Even if I go out, you can't escape."

The voice just fell.

The shotgun was pointed directly at her face, and a warning voice sounded at the same time.

"Girl, you'd better pray that you can delay a little longer. Remember, you asked for this!"

You can't enjoy your life well, but you come here to wade into muddy water. You deserve to die!

Say it.

He used his free hand to push Qi Yan away and quickly opened the door. Just as he opened a crack, a sound of breaking air was heard.

The old man's stiff eyes turned to the bullet firmly embedded in the door frame. He had no time to be afraid as a fierce gunfire came.

There were countless holes in the thick wooden door, and he was forced to slam the door shut.

It’s too late, the person has already arrived!

When he turned around, he saw Qi Yan with his hands in his pockets, looking at him leisurely.

It seems to be saying, you see what I said.

"Get off!"

Veins bulged on the old man's forehead. He pushed her away and walked inside holding the shotgun.

Moving the wooden bed revealed a hidden wooden door covered in dust.

At this time, the shooting outside stopped, and then it turned into the sound of banging on the door. The wooden door was pushed up, revealing a wide gap, and flames came in intermittently.

You can tell by looking at it that it won’t last long.

The old man hurriedly opened the hidden wooden door, revealing a dark tunnel inside. No one knew where it led to, and there was a choking, stale smell.

He didn't care about anything else and climbed down directly. When Qi Yan approached, the muzzle of the shotgun extended again.

"Move the bed over here, or I'll kill you right now."

Qi Yan didn't do as he was told. He stood at the entrance of the secret passage, looking down at the old man with drooping eyelids, and spoke indifferently.

"Don't go in, the exit is blocked."

The old man tightened his grip on the shotgun and his arm was visibly shaking.

"How do you know the exit is blocked?"

Qi Yan raised his pupils as if thinking, and glanced down at him.

"Because I blocked it."

When arresting someone, how can you leave them a way out? That's so unprofessional.

"..."

The wrinkles on the old man's angry face trembled violently.

The shotgun stabbed her chin hard, but she dodged it with her quick eyes and hands, just barely missing it.

"you wanna die!"

He had been digging a secret passage for several years just to leave a retreat route, but now it was blocked by some bastards who appeared out of nowhere!

I wish I could cut Qi Yan into pieces. I should have chopped off her head with a knife right away!

Looking at the old man's bloodshot eyes and his hand about to pull the trigger.

At that moment, slender fingers pushed the muzzle of the gun away, seemingly without any effort.

But the old man, who had been wielding an axe and chopping firewood in the mountains all year round, was easily pushed away, and the muzzle of the gun passed her and turned towards the door.

'boom--'

As the smell of gunpowder spread, the sound of bodies falling to the ground was heard, and everyone in the room was stunned.

After a few seconds, he realized that the person outside the door was firing a gun. Qi Yan quickly pinned the old man down and hid behind the wooden bed.

"you……"

Then, while the old man was in a trance and shocked look, he pulled out a submachine gun from his military coat and smiled at him.

"I can't escape, so I have to fight hard."

"..."

What happened next was enough to refresh the old man's cognition over the years.

The sound of gunfire and screams were endless, and the smell of blood and gunpowder was around the nose.

Wait until everything is over.

He stared blankly at Qi Yan, who was carelessly polishing his lighter in the chaos. The faint blue flame illuminated a small area in his eyes.

She stood among the broken limbs and arms, lighting a cigarette, a light gray mist floating out of her fingertips, blurring her indifferent face.

Accompanied by the silent and gloomy forest, it is like an evil ghost from hell coming to claim your life.

'哐——'

Suddenly, there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground, breaking the oppressive silence in the air.

Qi Yan raised his eyelids, a cigarette flickering in his mouth, and looked over when he heard the sound.

The blood stains splattered on the fair face added an eerie beauty to the beautiful features, contrasting with the emotionless eyes.

Captivating and terrifying.

The hunting rifle in the old man's hand fell into a pool of blood. His cloudy eyes trembled even more violently when he saw Qi Yan looking at him. He lowered his head, hugged his head, and knelt down.

He kept repeating three words in his mouth.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me..."